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Because Of You



The first time I ever picked up a knife
With the intent to hurt myself
Or end my life
It was because of you.

The first time I ever broke down
And just cried
Wanting death over a frown
It was because of you.

The first time I ever wanted to leave home
To pack up my things
And be someone homeless to be killed all alone
It was because of you.

The first time I will ever decide to die
Note in hand
No one by my side
It will all be because of you.

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